The Bravest of the Pack (Sterek)

Part one

Stiles' eyes fluttered open to the sound of his alarm clock. He groaned and pulled his blanket over his head. He'd been setting his alarm for 7am every morning for the past three days preparing for school. It was one week until school started again and Stiles wanted to be able to actually wake up and get ready. Even if it meant waking up way too early for a week straight. His arm emerged from under his blanket and slammed down on his alarm clock. A loud cracking sound filled the room making Stiles sit up.

"Oh, damn it... whoops" he lifted his hand up and pushed the crushed clock in the trash can next to his night stand.

"What the hell?" Stiles asked himself as he got out of his bed and walked to his bathroom. He'd been getting slightly stronger everyday, but not to the point of breaking something. He rubbed his eyes as he turned on his shower. As he waited for the water to warm up, he turned to his mirror and picked up his tooth brush. He put a bit of tooth paste on the brush and began cleaning his teeth. As he spat, Stiles noticed a small amount of blood. Stiles' eyebrows knitted together in a questioning manner. He looked up at his mirror and opened his mouth. The teen examined his teeth and gums seeing small spots of blood forming around some of his teeth, mainly around some of his back and canine teeth. He cupped his hands together, filling them with water from the faucet.

Rinsing his mouth out, he spat again. No more blood. Thank God, Stiles thought as he turned the faucet off and started to undress. He hopped in the shower and was done in ten minutes.

Stiles skipped down the stairs in his and his father's house. He was done getting dressed and could smell pancakes being made in the kitchen.

"Hey dad, something smells good" he said rubbing his hands together and licking his lips as he walked into the kitchen. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw his dad sitting at the kitchen table reading a newspaper and eating his cereal.

"Uhh... Lucky charms? They don't really smell of anything" The sheriff said, giving his son a strange look.

"I thought I smelled pancakes... I guess I was just imagining it" Stiles slowly walked over to a cupboard and grabbed a box of pop tarts from inside. He placed two in the toaster and threw the box back in the cupboard, closing it afterwards.

"Are you sure about today?" his dad's sudden question made Stiles look up at him in surprise. "I know how you feel about needles. Surely this is just going to make you pass out? Or worse, have a panic attack"

"I think I'll be okay" he told the sheriff, giving him a small smile.

"Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you when you wake up on the floor" Stiles laughed and added a quick okay dad in response. He turned towards the toaster. Both pop tarts jumped out, he grabbed them and put them on a plate. Stiles sat down across from his dad and began eating.